Book Two.
Arielle Thompson and Raheem Small, who grew up together in Slys Village, find themselves in an unexpected twist of fate as they both attend a family reunion after many years. Childhood enemies, their relationship was marred by Raheem's hur...
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📍Green Meadows Medical Facility| St. Andrew, Jamaica| 🗓️Friday| September 22|
ONE WEEK LATER...
Life had returned to a state of normalcy, well as normal as it can get after your friend gets shot. Nikki's recovery was progressing steadily, much better than we initially expected; she's been up and talking like normal once again. Our visits to the private medical facility had become a routine, something we've been doing since Saturday, missing out on work but with no complaints. As we walked into the hospital, the familiar scent of antiseptic triggered a flood of memories from the days we spent anxiously waiting in these halls. But this time, the atmosphere felt different; the sense of anxiety at what could possibly happen to her was no longer there.
The bullet had hit her side, not fatally but it was stuck in there. She didn't feel it due to adrenaline and the fact that the clothes she was wearing was thick as hell. It wasn't bleeding initially because the bullet had stop any form of bleeding but with her moving up and down with the running and movements, the bullet started moving around causing her to start bleeding excessively.
As we walked towards Nikki's room, a mix of excitement and relief filled the atmosphere. The moment we stepped inside, her face lit up with a genuine smile that managed to break through the exhaustion that was still evident on her features.
"Mi favorite people dem!" she exclaimed, her voice stronger than before.
"Yuh look like yah feel betta," I remarked, taking a seat by her bedside.
"Mi deh yah a try. Di pain still deh deh, but not as hot as before, di pill dem a work," Nikki replied, her eyes gleaming with happiness.
Shi happy yuh fuck fi somebody weh juss get shot...
"Yow, Ricardo, a when yah go propose to Anna?" Nikki teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
Wah?
I chuckled, shooting a glance at Anna, who rolled her eyes playfully. "Mi a work pon it, G. Mi can't mek Bunny and Remy one-up mi suh yuh can look out fi it soon."
Nikki's laughter filled the hospital room, bringing a sense of joy and relief to the otherwise somber atmosphere. We continued our lively conversation, exchanging jokestrying our best to keep negative thoughts away. It was a stark contrast to the tense and anxious moments we had experienced during the initial hospital visits after the incident.
After spending a couple of hours engrossed in conversation, we decided to take a break and headed to the hospital cafeteria for some refreshments. The corridors echoed with the soft murmurs of nurses and the occasional beeping of medical equipment.
This building is a private medical facility paid for by me and Raheem, one of our better investments. When you have men going out into the field working with dangerous weapons, you need to have quick access to medical help.
